A TRANSLATION OF CERTAIN PSALMS. IOJ 



And sure the word of God is pu re and fine, 

 And in the trial never loseth weight ; 



Like noble gold, which, since it left the mine, 

 Hath seven times passed through the fiery strait 



And now thou wilt not first thy word forsake, 



Nor yet the righteous man that leans thereto ; 

 But wilt his safe protection undertake, 



In spite of all their force and wiles can do. 

 And time it is, O Lord, thou didst draw nigh ; 



The wicked daily do enlarge their bands ; 

 And that which makes them follow ill a vie, 



Rule is betaken to unworthy hands. 



THE TRANSLATION OF THE XC-rii PSALM 



O LORD, thou art our home, to whom we fly, 

 And so hast always been from age to age : 

 Before the lulls did intercept the eye, 



Or that the frame was up of earthly stage, 



One God thou wert, and art, and still shalt be ; 

 The line of time, it doth not measure thee. 



Both death and life obey thy holy lore, 



And visit in their turns, as they are sent ; 

 A thousand years with thee they are no more 

 Than yesterday, which, ere it is, is spent : 



Or as a watch by night, that course doth keep, 

 And goes, and comes, unwares to them that 

 sleep. 



